"Give me a lever long enough, and a fulcrum strong enough, and single-handed I can move the world." - Archimedes
Martin Jensen makes commentaries on real issues, or at least interesting essays. Banality filter is on.

4/15/2002

C.P.E.9/21/1999Dedicated on this Samsaday 2002 to my milltilting buddy, RB, for whom I unbeknownstingly wrote it, lo those many moons ago.“You must cannibalize yourself!”

So the pundits say

Your business
Your upside
Your career
Your life.

Nevermind old lessons learned
Nevermind the rational ways
Sterile metrics are passe
Re-vision is king
Of future plays

4/07/2002

Going Forth

A man of words, he did not put them in the way
Of, “This is how…” or, “I’ll explain…”
Instead “Look at the deer!” he’d cry,
No lesson so plain as awe
Caught wild in a civilized eye.

In cabin home – the chunk stove hotplate rising red.
Lake ice, feet thick, beckoning to skate
or grind a hole to fish the dome below.
He offered boats for every skill and wake:
An agéd outboard, or seamsplit sail to blow.

He’s since confessed these wilderness escapes just that:
A route away from pains of day-to-day.
But this does nothing to slight my good:
Steam rising from dawn’s freezing bay;
Moss carpet floor of Adirondack wood.

All fond memories seem of going forth,
This man who stayed at home for all.
What he did to save himself, he pulled along
The willing son, despite the storm or squall.
No running wind, but tack and jibe, and finally brought up strong.